The sun was dipping below the horizon as Lake returned to his dorm, casting long shadows through the hallway. He still had preparations to finish for tomorrow, and the quiet of his room was a welcome thought.
The key turned with a soft click, but the door had only swung open a few inches when he stopped. His eyes dropped to the floor.
'...Shoes?'
A pair of high heels lay discarded just inside the entrance, kicked off with familiar carelessness. Noticing the way it was thrown to the side, Lake couldn't help but get a strange feeling. Letting his senses stretch through the dorm, he immediately locked onto a presence in his bedroom—a chaotic, familiar energy that was as comforting as it was irritating.
Resisting the urge to sigh, he stepped inside, locking the door behind him as he made his way pass the living room. He noted the scatter of snack wrappers and crumbs near the couch but didn't break stride, heading straight for his bedroom.
